Season 1 episode 3-Moonlight Goddess

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"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott as we walked through the hallway at school. Scott apparently had a dream that he wolfed out on Allison on a school bus.

"I don't know," Scott said. "I just woke up. I couldn't breathe. I never had a dream like that before."

"Really?" I asked him. Nightmares were all too familiar to me.

"I have," Stiles said. "They usually end a little bit differently."

I rolled my eyes. "Ew…"

"A, I never had a dream that gave me that much detail," Scott said, "and B, never give me that much information about you in bed."

"Yes, please," I said shaking my head. "Look Scott I know exactly how you feel. I've had a lot of nightmares that felt extremely real. But that's all they were…nightmares."

"Let me take a guess here…" Stiles looked at Scott.

"I know it had something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow," Scott said. "Like maybe I'm afraid I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out."

"No…of course not," Stiles said very non-convincingly. "Yeah dude that's totally it."

My hand flew out and smacked Stiles in the chest. He grunted in pain and gave me a 'what the hell' kind of look.

"Scott it's going to be fine," I reassured him. "I think you're handling this amazingly. It's not like they sell a Lycanthropy for Dummies book at Barnes and Nobles."

Scott smiled at me.

I decided to take this opportunity to say something about Derek, "You know there is someone who can help you."

"Who?" Scott and Stiles both asked.

"Derek."

"Uh…have you forgotten the part about us accusing him of killing his sister and getting him thrown in jail?" Stiles said a little too loudly.

"Guys this dream felt so real," Scott continued obsessing.

"You really can't shake this nightmare can you?" I asked.

Scott shook his head.

"How real?" Stiles asked. "Like it actually happened?"

Scott and Stiles pushed the doors open that led to the back parking lot, which happened to be a short cut to our next class. They both froze in their tracks and I had to peek around them to see what was going on.

My mouth dropped when I caught sight of a school bus with its emergency door ripped off and that wasn't the only thing. The entire interior of the bus was covered in blood.

"Holy shit," I said.

Scott immediately turned around and ran back through the hallway. Stiles and I trailed behind him. We knew he was searching for Allison.

"Hey, I'm sure she's ok," Stiles tried to reassure him.

"Yeah Scott, it's probably just a coincidence," I told him.

"A seriously amazing coincidence," Stiles nodded.

"Just help me find her," Scott looked like he was about to explode at any moment.

I scanned the hallway, looking at any dark headed girl that passed me but none of them were Allison. A moment later I watched Scott lose control and his fist flew into a locker, creating a huge dent as I heard a low growl.

Really? In school?

"Scott?" I looked at him and his eyes seemed normal. He shook his head and started to back away from Stiles and I and that's when he collided with someone.

Relief washed over me when I realized it was Allison.

Thank God!

As it turns out, someone was definitely attacked last night in the bus. We all watched from the chemistry window as my dad and his deputies pulled a guy from the woods. Scott of course took this news very hard and thought he was the one who attacked the guy.

At lunch I managed to take the opportunity to say something about Derek. This time Scott was nearly convinced that he should go and talk to him.

"Seriously?" Stiles shook his head. "Why are we thinking about going to talk to Derek?

We all sat down at an empty lunch table.

"It's not 'we' it's Scott who is going to go talk to Derek," I corrected him. "Scott needs help to control himself before he hurts someone."

"I already hurt someone…"Scott said.

"We don't know that," I said.

"I have to cancel tonight," Scott shook his head.

"No," Stiles said firmly. "You aren't cancelling."

"We'll figure it out," I smiled sincerely at Scott.

"Figure what out?" I looked up to see Lydia Martin set her tray down next to Stiles.

I watched as my brother nearly fell out of his chair. I never understood my brothers' obsession with Lydia Martin, but he's been in love with her since the 3rd grade.

"Just homework problems," I nodded at her.

"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles whispered to Scott and me.

I looked up as Allison sat next to Scott and three more people followed her.

"Hey Thea," Danny Mahealani sat down next to me.

"Hey Danny boy!" I smiled.

My smile quickly faded when Creepy Mike sat himself at the head of the table. That was the nickname he had earned after hitting on me every chance he gets. He doesn't seem to understand that I've turned him down about 20 million times.

"Hey Thea," Mike smiled his creepy smile.

Gross. You would think he would get the hint.

"Get up," Jacksons stood over Mike.

"Why don't you ever ask Danny to get up?" Mike asked.

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriends coin slot or eye rape Thea," Danny retorted.

"Amen to that," I commented as Mike got up letting Jackson have his seat. "Although I might let your eyes wonder a little Danny boy."

Danny smiled at me. "You know if I were into females I would be all over you."

"Oh God, please stop before you two make me sick," Stiles shook his head.

"So I hear it was some kind of animal attack," Danny changed the subject, referring to the bus incident. "Like a cougar…"

"I heard it was a mountain lion," Jackson said.

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia corrected him.

Jackson raised an eyebrow at her.

"I mean that's what I heard…" Lydia corrected herself.

I shook my head. I never understood the whole 'dumbing yourself down' for a guy thing that girls do. I always figured a guy would either accept me as I am or he could get lost.

"Whatever, it was probably just some homeless freak that was going to die anyway," Jackson said.

"Actually, I just found out who he is," Stiles showed us all the news report on his phone that stated the guy who was attacked was a bus driver at the school.

"I know that guy," Scott shook his head in disbelief. "He was the bus driver that took me to school when I was living with my dad."

"Can we please change the subject, I am getting sick of this," Lydia stated. "Oh how about we talk about where we are going tomorrow night?"

Allison and Scott gave each other confused looks.

"Allison you said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night. I'm not staying in on another Friday night watching sports movies," Lydia said.

"Hey I love The Blindside," I said.

"See…" Jackson pointed to me. "It's a great movie. Thea has good taste in movies."

Lydia gave me a very distasteful look.

"So you want to hang out with us and…them?" Scott looked over at Lydia and Jackson.

Allison hesitated for a moment, "Yeah…it might be fun."

"You know what else would be fun?" Jackson spoke up, holding a fork up. "Stabbing myself with this fork."

Drama Queen or is it King?

I sat listening to the happy couples talk about their plans for bowling, despite the fact that Scott was terrible at bowling. I know because the last time he went bowling be put a huge dent in the floor with a bowling ball. When lunch finally ended I decided to take my free period to go and find Derek. I wasn't sure if I should go but it felt like the right thing to do.

I walked up to the charred remains of the Hale house.

"Derek!" I yelled knowing that he was here somewhere. "Seriously Derek I know you're here."

"You really enjoy bugging me, don't you?" he called from an upstairs window.

I looked up, "Are you coming down?"

Derek however didn't respond right away. He looked out into the distance before he finally spoke, "Come inside."

"Why?"

"Just do it," He snapped.

I glared up at him but did as he said. Once inside I got glimpse at the charred remains of the interior of the house. I knew that at one point in time this house had been very beautiful.

"Up here," Derek called from somewhere upstairs.

I walked to the staircase and once upstairs Derek motioned me into one of the bedrooms.

Derek walked over to a window and I followed him.

There, where I was standing a minute earlier was a police car.

"What is he doing here?" I asked.

"Looking for me," He said. "I'm still a person of interests."

The dog in the back seat of the cruiser started to bark and growl ferociously as his master stood outside the car looking at the house.

"The dog knows what you are, doesn't it?" I asked Derek.

He nodded.

Finally the officer seemed spooked enough and got inside his car and sped off.

"That was close," I said. "I don't know how I would explain being caught with a fugitive."

"I'm not a fugitive," he corrected, "just a person of interest."

Derek looked out the window again and after a few seconds Scott road up on his bike.

"Stay here," Derek said.

"Be nice!" I told him as he walked down the stairs. After a minute or two I got too tired to wait so I crept downstairs. I put my ear to the door and I managed to catch the tail end of their conversation.

"What do you want from me?" Scott asked.

"You'll find out," Derek said. "For now I'm going to give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it. Feel it. Let your senses, your sight, touch, smell…let them remember for you."

"That's it?" Scott asked. "Just go back?"

"Do you want to know what happened?"

"I just want to know if I hurt him," Scott said.

"No you don't," Derek told him, "you just want to know if you'll hurt Allison."

They both fell silent and I heard Scott stalk off the porch. After a few seconds I opened the door and stepped out.

"You didn't have to be a jerk about it," I said. "You told him you'd help him in exchanges for something…what is it?"

"Did you think I was going to help him for free?" Derek said. "After getting me locked up in jail for my sister's death?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Look I just need his help," Derek said. "I saw an opportunity to help both of us so I took it. And I did tell you that I would help Scott if he came to me."

"What could you possibly need from a 16 year old boy?" I asked.

"That's none of your business."

"Fine. Whatever. Stay Mr. Mysterious," I said rather irritated. "I have to go anyway. Someone needs to make sure that Batman and Robin don't get caught breaking into the impound lot."

I stalked off the porch and headed towards the trails.

"Wait, "called Derek. "If their Batman and Robin, does that make you…"

"If you call me Batgirl I will seriously rip out your throat," I said as I turned to face him again. "No joke. I may not have claws but I can bite."

Derek smiled as I turned around and walked away.

The trip to the impound lot didn't really answer all of our questions. In fact it left us with another unanswered question to add to the pile.

Scott had remembered that there was another werewolf on the bus and that it was the other wolf that attacked the bus driver. Scott seemed to think it was Derek.

"This doesn't make sense," I said. "Why would Derek tell you to come back here if it was going to bring back a memory of him attacking someone?"

"Maybe it's some kind of initiation thing?" Stiles said. "Kill with the pack or something?"

"Look you guys are wrong, it's not Derek," I said.

"How do you know?" Stiles asked. "You weren't there!"

"It's just not Derek ok!" I said. "There could be another werewolf."

"Right are we supposed to believe that Beacon Hills is crawling with creatures of the night?" Stiles sarcastically said.

"Don't you think we would know by now if there was?" Scott asked me.

"Not if they didn't want to be found!" I pleaded.

"Just because you have a little crush…"

"I do not have a crush on anyone!" I punched Stiles arm.

"Fine then you won't have a problem staying away from him," Stiles said.

I sighed.

"I'll tell you what, Stiles, "I smiled. "I'll stay away from Derek if you stay away from World of Warcraft."

"That is totally not…how does that even relate?"

"See it isn't fun when someone tells you what you can and can't do."

"Listen guys, as much as I would love to stay around and hear you guys argue, I've got a date with Allison. I did learned one thing from this. I should be safe around Allison."

"For now," I told him.

Since Scott was on a date and had shut himself in his bedroom, playing his video game no doubt, I had nothing to do.

I seriously need to make new friends.

This whole curfew thing my dad enforced was beginning to put a damper on things. He was going to call on the house phone at 9:30 sharp to make sure both Stiles and I were at the house.

I looked at my phone. That gave me an hour and a half to find something to entertain myself with. I started to scroll through my contacts. I could call Danny, but I was sure he was out at some club already and I would have to have Stiles drive me which was a no go.

My finger landed on Derek's name. I thought for a minute on how weird it would be to actually hang out with Derek Hale.

I sighed and hit his name anyway. I really didn't have any other friends to hang out with. Plus Derek had a car and I was starving and didn't want boxed macaroni and cheese, which was all we had in the cabinets at the moment.

-I'm bored. Do you want to go grab something to eat?

I sent the text and waited for him to reply. It actually came a lot quicker than I expected.

-Sure. Pick you up in 10.

I smiled and jumped up form my bed. I glanced at myself in the mirror and decided that I could use a little lip gloss. I had never really been into make-up. Occasionally I felt like being a little extra girly so I would put on mascara or lip gloss, but that was it.

A few minutes later I heard Derek's text letting me know he was outside. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and headed out my door. Sneaking past Stiles wasn't very hard, he was obviously absorbed into whatever game he was playing.

Derek's car was parked at the end of the driveway. I opened the passenger door and jumped in.

"I was hoping I would get to see you climb down that trellis," Derek said.

I shrugged. "The front door was easier."

"Right, so where are we going?"

"How about the diner?" I said. "I really want pancakes."

"At 8:30 at night?"

"I like breakfast food," I said. "Don't judge."

Derek shook his head and drove off.

Once we were seated at the diner the waitress took our menu. I had gotten my pancakes and Derek ordered a burger and fries.

"So Scott and Stiles think you attacked the bus driver," I said.

"Do you?"

"No," I said. "There's another werewolf…isn't there/"

Derek sighed.

"Just tell me…"

"Yes," Derek said. "There is another."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "That's what I need Scott's help with. This other werewolf is bigger, stronger and he's smart. He's called an Alpha."

"Wait so he's like the leader of a pack…right?"

Derek nodded. "Except he doesn't have a pack yet."

"But he's the one that bit Scott?"

Derek nodded again.

"So if you and Scott find this Alpha, what are you going to do?"

"Kill it," Derek said. "We have no choice, but that's going to take both of us."

"Did the Alpha kill your sister?"

"I don't know who killed my sister, but I do know that she was left as bait for me. I do know that the hunters did that."

"Argents?"

"They're the only ones that know about me," Derek told me.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Our food finally came and my pancakes look delicious. I took the two strips of bacon that came with my meal and placed them on Derek's plate.

"I hear bacon goes good with burgers," I said.

"You don't like bacon?" Derek asked.

"I don't eat meat," I said. "I'm a vegetarian."

"Really?" He said, sounded interested.

"Yeah, since I was 7," I said.

"That's kind of a young age to be making such a big decision, don't you think?"

"Well my mom was a vegetarian," I said. "I always wanted to be just like her when I grew up so I made the decision to be a vegetarian and it just stuck. Plus I am a supporter of PETA."

I held up my bag to show him my PETA pin. "And I think it helps me to stay close to my mom since she died."

"When did she die?" Derek asked.

"Almost 8 years ago," I said.

"How did it happened?"

"She was sick," I said. "It's a type of dementia that can affect young people. At first she was just having problems sleeping, and then she started having hallucinations and wasn't sleeping at all. Her doctor ordered a MRI and the next thing we know she was diagnosed with a fatal disease. A year later she was lying in her hospital bed and took her last breath. Stiles and I were both with her."
"I'm really sorry," He said.

I let out a deep breath, "well that's enough dead parent talk for one night."

I began to eat my pancakes.

Way to go Thea! Way to bring down the mood!

When we finished our food it was nearly 9:30. I had hoped that Stiles would be a good brother and cover for me with dad.

"Hey I need to stop for gas really quick. It won't take long," Derek said pulling into the gas station.

"That's fine, I'm going to run inside really quick," I jumped out of the passenger side door and walked inside.

I went straight for the freezer section. I really needed Ben & Jerry's ice cream STAT! Derek had unintentionally brought up a rather sore subject that I was never happy to talk about.

I paid for the pint of Cherry Garcia and started to walk out when I spotted a bunch of guys walking up to Derek. The only one I could identify was Chris Argent.

This can't be good.

I watched as Mr. Argent started to clean Derek's windshield, which really confuse me. Mr. Argent seemed to be talking to Derek and within a minute it was over and the guys were walking away. Then I watched as Derek opened his mouth and said something. A guy with a baseball bat stepped forward and smashed in Derek's driver side window/

Shit!

Once the men were gone I walked out and saw Derek cleaning off glass from his seat.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing, just get in."

"Seriously? That was nothing?"

"They were just harassing me," Derek slammed his hands down on the steering wheel.

I sat there speechless for a minute.

"I didn't mean to make you angry," I said.

Derek let out a sigh before turning to me, "You didn't make me angry, the douche bag that broke my window made me angry."

I nodded and remained silent for a minute, giving Derek some time to calm down.

"Hey do you need to be home right now?" He looked over at me.

I looked at my phone and saw that I had a message from Stiles asking me where I was because it was already 9:45.

"I'm already late so it really doesn't matter," I told Derek.

"Good," Derek started the car. "There's something I need to go do. Do you want to come with me?"

"Sure," I sent a text to Stiles telling him to cover with dad.

Derek drove away from the gas station heading towards the Beacon Hills hospital.

Derek and I walked into the ICU without anyone noticing us.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Visiting the bus driver," he said.

"Did you know him?"

"No, but he might know who attacked him."

We found the room easily enough. Garrison Myers laid in critical condition.

Derek walked up to his bed side.

"Open your eyes," Derek commanded. "Open your eyes."

The Myers did as Derek said.

"Who did this?" Derek asked.

"Hale…"Myers said.

"How do you know my name?" Derek looked surprised. "How do you know me?"

"I'm so sorry," Myers told him before he passed out again.

Derek looked at me and shook his head. "Come on lets go."

Derek and I walked out of the room and down the hallway. When we got about 3 rooms away I heard the EKG machine go off.

We both stopped and turned around to see a mass of nurses and a doctor fly into Garrison Myers room.

I looked up at Derek and he quickly grabbed my hand and led me out of the hospital. I knew Garrison Myers was dead.

Derek dropped me off at my house after saying goodnight. I walked through the front door and called out to Stiles.

"Hey I'm home," I said.

No answer.

"Stiles?"

I walked upstairs to see if Stiles was in his room, but he wasn't.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that Stiles had text me.

-Myers is dead, I'm going to tell Scott.

Shit! This wasn't good. If Scott found out about Myers then he was going to blame Derek.

I found Derek's name and sent him a quick text.

-Scott's on his way to your place. Don't hurt him.

It took everything I had not to go find Scott and Derek but I knew that I was no use in this situation. I had to trust that Derek wouldn't kill Scott and I had to hope that Scott would use his brain and realize that Derek is on our side.

I decided to attempt some homework to get my mind off the potential fight that was going on. I had already sent about 5 text reminding Derek to be nice and a few to Scott telling him how stupid he was being. Neither of them responded so I know they were ignoring my text.

When I heard Stiles pull into the driveway I threw my history book aside and walked downstairs to meet him.

"Any news from Scott?" I asked.

"No, nothing," Stiles shook his head. "I'm sure he's fine."

"You shouldn't have told him about Myers," I said.

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"Because you knew he would go after Derek!"

"So what?" Stiles started to walk upstairs. "Derek is evil."

"Derek is not evil," I said. "He's on our side."

Stiles stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down at me. "You like him don't you?"

"No Stiles…I just think he can help Scott," I said.

"No," Stiles shook his head. "You like like him. Admit it."

"I barely know the guy," I replied. "I don't like him."

"Sure," Stiles turned around and moved towards his bedroom, "whatever you say."

I sighed in frustration and stormed off to my bedroom slamming the door behind me.

I nearly peed myself when I realized Derek Hale was sitting on my bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Derek stood up, "I decided to reply to your 50 text messages in person."

"I only sent like…5."

Derek smiled. "Scott's fine, I didn't kill him."

"Good, because I really don't want to have to bury my best friend," I nodded. "So does he know everything now?"

"I told him about the Alpha," Derek nodded, "and how I needed his help."

"Good," I said. "That's probably something you should have told him from the beginning of this whole mess."

"He knows now and that's what's important."

"You're right," I agreed. "So is he going to help you?"

"He said he had to think about it even after I told him that we didn't have time," Derek. He seemed really frustrated by that.

"Give Scott some time to let it all sink in," I told him. "This is seriously a lot for a teenage boy to handle. I mean just last week Scott was a 16 year old boy trying to make his way through high school. Now suddenly he's howling at the full moon once a month, his girlfriend's family is trying to kill him and you just threw in a murderous psycho Alpha werewolf."

Derek seemed to consider what I told him for a minute before he finally sighed giving me one of his famous looks. "Fine, I'll give him a day."

"Thank you."

Derek moved towards my window.

"You're like the master at sneaking into girl's bedrooms, aren't you?" I smiled. "I bet you were a ladies' man in high school."

Derek paused at my open window and turned towards me with a smile on his face, "Goodnight Thea."

He then took the leap out of my window and by the time I got to it and looked down, he was gone.

"I know I'm right Hale, you don't have to tell me," I yelled before closing my window.

Today had been a long day and tomorrow was going to be here soon enough. Hopefully it was going to be a better day then today because I was in need of a serious break.